The message roughly said this: a confession of remorse over his own actions, gratitude for Angel's understanding and shelter, and finally, regret that he could no longer continue helping Angel.
It was written with great feeling; indeed, emotion welled between every line. Only...
"There's no need to regret it. You can continue helping me in the Dream Wilderness." Angel smiled softly, casually took out the Dream Conch, and activated it toward the desk. Drawn by a mysterious force, the desk was pulled into the Dream Wilderness.
At the same time, Bobota was discussing the Mother Tree Network with Jon when a desk suddenly fell out of thin air and appeared before him.
Bobota jumped in fright. Once he calmed down, he stared at the desk before him with a face full of confusion.
"This is... the desk I used before?" Bobota asked in astonishment as he opened the drawer beneath it. Everything was there, whether pens and ink or parchment. Even the notes and diary he had left behind could be found.
Other than the Soft-State Worm's Insect Nest, everything else was exactly the same.
"This was the desk you used before?" Jon had also heard Bobota's murmur. After giving it some thought, he understood that this was Angel's handiwork.
"Yes." Bobota looked utterly puzzled. "Mr. Jon, do you know why it suddenly appeared here?"
"You should be able to guess the answer."
"Did Lord Pat do this?" Bobota immediately realized it. He had left this desk inside Angel's bracelet, so only Angel could have sent it before him. Yet Bobota simply could not imagine how Angel had done it. What kind of heaven-reaching method was this?
"Of course he did." Jon casually flipped through the manuscript on the desk. It was a research project on Soft-State Worms. Though Jon